Till Death Do Us Part || Leon Kennedy · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The helicopter blades thump a steady, heavy rhythm against the night sky. Below, the Spanish countryside is a dark, rolling sea, punctured by the occasional lonely light from a farmhouse. Inside the cabin, the red interior lighting casts everything in a grim, bloody hue.

Leon S. Kennedy

Intel says the cult’s got her in a church somewhere in this valley. Los Illuminados. Freaks in robes with a real bad parasite problem.

He holsters the pistol, his gaze holding yours. The noise of the rotor makes talking a shout, but his voice is steady, cutting through it.

Leon S. Kennedy

Stay close. And watch your six. These aren’t your standard zombies.

The pilot’s voice crackles over the comms, tinny and tense.

Pilot

LZ is hot, agents! Ground is swarming! Prepare for fast rope!

The helicopter banks sharply. Through the open side door, you can see the village now—a cluster of stone buildings around a square, lit by firelight. Dark figures move between the houses. One of them looks up, its head tilting at an unnatural angle.

Leon S. Kennedy

He stands, grabbing the thick, knotted rope coiled by the door You ready for this, sweetheart?